The goldendragon treads on the eastern frontier, puffing its mighty flames that brightens up the skies so that the wisdom of old and the strength of the new age conspire a rebirth of humanity.
"I wish I were a bird," so, the flying nun dreamed and be able to see the world from the top. Unfortunately for her, she was given the chance but she didn't. She lifted off the ground and was overcome with shock and fear. Now, she wished she could have flown.
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